The whole world wants to keep me in captivity [Comprehensive]

Qiao Ran's words were very gentle, and the movement of wiping the little brown-haired boy with his sleeve was also very gentle.

Although Qiao Ran's heart is a little indifferent, he always has an emotion similar to pity for this kind of child-like or small animal-like existence.

The little brown-haired boy stared blankly at Qiao Ran. He didn't cry anymore, but he cried so hard that he couldn't help hiccupping. His trembling appearance was like that of a baby. Cute as a cub.

Qiao Ran couldn't help rubbing his curly hair again, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, and there was a little smile in her eyes, "Why are you so cute?"

Then the brown-haired boy's complexion turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

All swordsmen: ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !I must bring this little devil to his head! ! !

Sawada Tsunayoshi keenly felt that the group of people behind this so handsome big brother looked at him too dangerously, maybe because of his super intuitive reason, he immediately hugged him with his soft little hands She looked at the boy in front of her, buried her head in his arms, and rubbed the skirt of Qiao Ran's chest with her snotty face.

Qiao Ran: ...

Qiao Ran's mood was a little complicated.

Yiqi Yizhen stood up suddenly, with a gentle and weird smile on his lips, and he gently pulled out the knife at his waist, glowing with silver light.

The young man with light blue hair said calmly, "Master, this little guy's origin is unknown, why don't you give him to us to hug?"

"Don't be so troublesome, Brother Yiqi... just kill him directly."

Ranto Shiro tilted his head and said seriously.

—Kill him...

——Slaughter, kill it?

The tone full of black mud made the little brown-haired boy tremble with fright. He poked his head out tremblingly, glanced at the light blue-haired youth with his black eyes, and was caught again. His smile was frightened, and he hid back into Qiao Ran's chest, and shrank even tighter.

Qiao Ran was wearing a cloak-like white dress, and Tsunayoshi Sawada hid inside the cloak, tightly fitting Qiao Ran's body.Qiao Ran's body was originally a bit cold, but compared to the temperature of the slate on the ground just now, the body was still a bit warmer, and the little brown-haired boy let out a sob in comfort.

Qiao Ran sighed helplessly, gently picked up the little brown-haired boy, and rested his chin on the boy's curly hair.

His spiritual power rotated slightly, attaching to the wounds on the boy's knees and hands, and the pain immediately eased. The child was extremely lethargic, so Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help closing his eyes peacefully, and gently hugged him in his arms. Snoring like a cat.

All the swordsmen: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! !I really want to do it! Damn it! ! !

——We have never been hugged by the master before, how could he?How dare you act like a spoiled child? !

Qiao Ran naturally didn't notice the thoughts of the Fusangshen, he just tightened the outer cloak tightly, and wrapped the brown-haired little boy in his arms to prevent the cold wind outside from blowing him .

"Let's go."

The winter wind blew his silver hair slightly, "Let's go pray together."

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They turned to the right path and walked along the upward stone steps. There were obviously more people around, but Qiao Ranxi was quiet, and the swords didn't want their master to be seen by others, so they cast an image like It is the curse of blinding the eyes.

A long time ago, the Fusangshen took Qiao Ran out for the first time, and they didn't think of a disguise, when a terrible thing happened.

Maybe it's because Qiao Ran's face is too beautiful, and the cold aura when she was young has not been fully revealed, so many children or adults will surround Qiao Ran, full of admiration or covetous expressions, Some people even tried to abduct the little master.

The swords immediately became angry, and almost beheaded the disgusting middle-aged uncle who was about to abduct the young master.

So, that year, Qiao Ran never went out again.

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"I really don't like such a lively environment in this world."

Yingwan pouted and complained in a low voice, and those green eyes looked at Qiao Ran from time to time, to be precise, at the stinky kid in Qiao Ran's arms.

——Next time, I will let the master hold me like this!

He puffed up his mouth.

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"Master, this is the torii." Yiqi Yizhen politely pointed to the red pillar, which looked like a door.

"It is said that the torii is the entrance that divides the human world and the gods." Phase [-] paused, "Master, according to legend, when people enter the torii, it means entering the realm where the gods live."

Speaking of this, there was a mocking smile on the corner of Yiqi Yizhen's mouth.

These are nothing more than beautiful fantasies fabricated by people in order to pray for peace, and such myths and legends seem a bit ironic when they are heard by Fusangshen's ears.

——After all, they are the real Fusangshen that exist in this world.

Phase One shook his head, he knew that these things have nothing to do with him, as long as the little master is by his side is enough.

"Tori?"

Qiao Ran asked. Strictly speaking, compared with this shrine, the Honmaru where he is located has the imprint and color of the gods. Although it is a bit dilapidated now, the traces accumulated in history can show it. Former glory.

Therefore, when Qiao Ran looked at this so-called largest shrine in Tokyo, Japan, he didn't feel any emotion.

After passing through the torii, the road in the middle is said to be only for the gods to walk, but they didn’t tell Qiao Ran the news, they just smiled and walked with Qiao Ran from the empty place. Walk forward in the aisle.

Qiao Ran was holding a child in his arms, so it was inconvenient to wash his hands, so he led the Fusangshen directly to the main entrance of the shrine.

A large number of people poured stuffed money into the simple wooden box in an orderly manner, that is, Chinese sesame oil money.

They all had hopeful smiles on their faces, and they had a beautiful vision for the new year.

The silver-haired boy watched quietly from the side, and the Fusangshen saw that their master did not step forward, nor did he make any other moves.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong frowned, straightened his clothes, and asked softly, "Master, are there too many people here? If we want, we can let them leave immediately."

Qiao Ran shook his head, his face was still a little dazed, he just thought of the scene where he and his parents would go to the temple to worship during the New Year.

His parents don't believe in Buddhism either, so going to temples is just going with the flow to keep safe.

—Maybe it's... a little emotional, right?

Qiao Ran sighed, shifted his eyes slightly, and found a very, very small box in a remote corner. This small box was very old. Compared with the simple style of the shrine, it was made of precious and high-quality wood. The box made seems too crude and short.

——Like something a child made inadvertently.

Qiao Ran held the sleeping brown-haired boy in his left hand, picked up the small box in his right hand, and squinted his eyes to observe.

He turned his fingers, and found that the word "Yato" was crookedly engraved on the bottom side of the box.

"Yato?"

The silver-haired boy murmured softly and smiled slightly.